Wednesday, April 13, 2011

"Kiwi" a poem 199/365

Kell's poetry prompt day 13 is: Run around the house and grab 5 items that all begin with the same letter. Write a poem as an ode to one of these items or that includes these items. I grabbed: Kiwi, Knife, Kettle, Kodak camera, and sat down next to my Kitty. It was way to tough to tie them together and I was hungry...

Kiwi

Not exactly a golden egg
At least not in our house
As no one seems to beg
to eat them. I try to espouse
the importance of nutrition;
its vitamin C A and D!
"Eat a hairy fruit?" in unison
they cry. Fine. All the more for me!

Margaret Bednar, Art Happens, 4-13-11

Hey, I ONLY had 5 minutes so don't expect much with poetry today! :) I am the only one that loves (or likes) kiwi in my family. I have tried to sneak them in recipes, (I do peel the "hair" off of them) but my family always finds me out. Oh well, like I said, more for me.

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Margaret, I like your hairy fruit poetic conclusion. If I were there you would have to share. :-)

I like pears just like that, they're just the right ripeness. I didn't know until last year that pears don't ripen on the tree. You have to bring them indoors, and they ripen after picking. (We have a tree: lesson learned.)

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